Anna is back in school this week, which means no more sleeping in for anyone. We are up at 6:20 a.m., and because it’s winter and we live in Oregon it’s still dark.
It’s dark when she says goodbye to Julia, who leaves for work at 6:30 each morning.
It’s dark when she gets her mini-breakfast (the small snack she has when she gets up to hold her until her “real breakfast” at school).
It’s dark when she brushes her teeth and gets dressed.
It’s dark when she feeds our two guinea pigs and checks their hay and water.
It’s dark when she packs her lunch (on the days she packs lunch instead of getting it at the cafeteria).
And it’s dark when we walk to the bus stop together, and she gives me a hug and kiss goodbye.
Every morning now, and for the next month or so, we will start our day in the dark.
But the light is coming and that’s what today is about. The light that came into the world at Christmas is the same light that the Magi sought out when they journeyed to Bethlehem. They were only the first of many who would come to that light. Soon, nations would stream to it and a humble birth in a stable that was probably a cave used for quartering animals at night would become the most celebrated holiday in the world.
The light is coming, as sure as the sunrise. And as at the sunrise, the darkness will flee before it.
Something to remember when the darkness gets you down. The light is coming.